A Shooting Range For Archery
Some say light brings you
yet for me you hold the quality of darkness
vegetal and secret
silent, growing ovum in the belly
of a flower
In Greece Kyanos was your father
and spoke of hair or veils rift by grief
but sky and sea were bronze
or heavy with wine
Last night I dreamt of blood
of killing
soldiers in their drab
swinging fragile skulls against a wall
the drops trailed down to blossom
bloodwort chicory endive
the spray of crimson on a blade of curled kale
its wrinkled leaves, our weary faces
turned once more to the sun
.
How to Survive as An Artist
Live simply
but richly.
Pale stucco wall.
Weathered shutter.
One indigo bottle
placed
in a window
frame catches the
light
© Julie Kizershot
Julie Kizershot is a Naropa Institute MFA graduate and former Summer Writing Program Coordinator there. Recently, she has been a college English and Writing professor in the New York City area and is currently located in Jackson Heights, Queens. Poems have been published by Newton Literary, Bombay Gin, Shampoo, Calyx, Marsh Hawk Review, The Paterson Literary Review, and others.
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